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Chapter 180 The grass of salvation! [For the leader of Jin Xi Kemeng

Lord Linghuang!

Master Gonggong, the ancestor witch!

The ancestor witch, Lord Houtu!

Zuo Xiaoduo was solemn that he heard this, his mouth was dry and he couldn't help but drink another large glass of water to suppress his shock.

The back is also involuntarily straight.

The old man's eyes were very distant and he said slowly:

"It turns out that these three powerful people worked together to calculate the catastrophe of this battle, which was a catastrophe of destruction and a disaster of the earth, but they were unable to break the deadlock, because even the three of them were trapped in the catastrophe and could not escape. And their own fortune was already the same as the catastrophe."

"At that time, the Tenth Prince of the Demon Emperor was rampant in the world, causing the lives of the world to be devastated. The witch clan was already planning to eradicate it in one fell swoop."

"But eradicating the Tenth Prince will inevitably cause the Demon Emperor to be furious, and the Demon Emperor will be furious! This battle will eventually turn into a catastrophe, reshuffling the heaven and earth."

"In order to stop the source of the war in this catastrophe, Lord Water Witch has quarreled with the Fire Witch many times... but in the end there is no way to stop it. The witch clan is united in fighting. It is imperative to start a war with the demon clan, and it is only a difference of one day or one day before."

"After the Water Witch and the Houtu Ancestor Witch spyed on the secrets of heaven and paid a huge price, they came up with omens: Once the war begins, there will be a disaster for all creatures, extinction of all races, and disasters in the earth."

"However, other ancestor witches rely on their martial power to be invincible in the world, and believe that it is inevitable that the witch master will overthrow the demon court by using this battle. They do not listen to the two ancestor witches at all and insist on fighting."

"It was also at this time that the two masters of Shui and Tu secretly came to find His Majesty the Spirit Emperor and revealed a method, hoping to use the grass spirits that are not in dispute with the world to mix in the great catastrophe. The spiritual creature with the weakest cultivation and the smallest backlash against the heavenly way will urge this catastrophe of destruction to seek compassion for the heavenly way and leave a glimmer of life!"

"And His Majesty the Spirit Emperor was silent for a long time and finally agreed. He smiled sadly and said: Even so, my Spirit Clan and your Witch Clan will interfere in the secrets of heaven and will be punished by heaven. In the future, the two clans may not be able to save it."

"But the two masters, Shui Witch and Houtu Ancestor Witch, were very persistent and said: As long as the world survives, the world will not be destroyed, the creatures can reproduce and all things can survive, and you and me will sacrifice their lives, so what's the harm?"

The old man had a long and long-lived eyebrows, his expression was melancholy and nervous, but more excited. That was the overflowing of emotions when he recalled.

Back then, with the weakest spiritual body in the world, I was able to see the supreme emperor of the clan and the great powers of the foreign clan. How could I not be nervous or excited?

"What?" Zuo Xiaoduo was fascinated by hearing this and couldn't help asking.

"Then, we worked together to formulate a plan."

"And then...that battle begins."

The old man sighed softly and said, "The beginning is the war god of the witch clan, and the ancestor witch Dayi, who came out of the clan with his body, evolved the will of heaven with his soul, burned the secret of heaven with his body, and stepped on the turbulent clouds; he opened the chaotic bow and shot the arrow of heaven, turning his lifelong cultivation into ten arrows, chasing the sunset!"

"Where ten arrows pass by, all of them will be hit. I will shoot all the ten princes of the demon clan into dust!"

"The power of ten arrows is to break the demon body, break the demon soul, and destroy the foundation. When you see, you will kill all the ten demon princes on the spot! At the right time, the world is silent, and everything is silent."

Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly felt excited when he heard it, and he didn't dare to breathe, and he held his breath.

Isn’t this the legend of Yi shooting the Nine Suns?

But when the old man said, ten arrows were driving the sky, and everything was hit. Shouldn’t it be that the ten yangs were destroyed, how could they return one day?!

"It was at that time... I was still a little grass at that time, scattered all my spiritual power in the vast world, so that the land under Buzhou Mountain would be filled with my clones."

"There are endless miles, all of wild grass, and all of grasshopper vegetables."

"What more, all the weeds and all the grasshopper vegetables are reversed, transported to the extreme, absorbing the power of the earth, blooming into the sky, and interpreting infinite vitality."

"Even with infinite vitality as a screen, the last trace of residual souls of the ten princes of the demon clan were able to be held under the old man Ye Ji. Even though the ancestor witch Dayi used the eyes of the demon god to search, he was unable to find the residual souls of the ten princes under the infinite vitality... and finally left with the bow, but failed to achieve the full effort."

"And the ten princes of the demon clan survived, but because of this, the Lich War broke out and the great catastrophe of heaven and earth began, but it was no longer a catastrophe of destruction, and there was a little vitality!"

The old man's face was full of memorial expressions: "Before, the two great masters of water and earth promised me that they would live in heaven and earth without any harm; they would be born when there is soil, and they would be alive when there is water!"

"Afterwards, the Demon Emperor also promised me that the high temperature will not be destroyed, and the yang fire will not be damaged; it will benefit the world and benefit the people!"

When the old man spoke this, he breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a daze.

Zuo Xiaoduo couldn't help but remember the legend of purslane among the people. This magical wild vegetable is obviously so weak that it breaks at a touch, its root system is not well developed, and its leaves and stems are as weak as a pack of water.

But even such a weak purslane can't die no matter how high the temperature is in summer. Even if it is uprooted and hung on the rope to expose it to the sun for a few days, it will be as sun as coke, but as long as it is thrown on the ground and sees the soil, it will reappear in one or two days and repeat the blue color.

If it is nourished by rain, a large area can spread out in a few days.

Even if it is hung on a rope, as long as there is enough dust floating over and it is stuck on the root, it can still survive and be magical.

According to legend, during the famine, this weed was not toxic and even had considerable nutrients, which were enough to eat to satisfy hunger. I don’t know how many lives it saved... If it weren’t for the taste of it that was really not very friendly, I would probably turn it into a home-cooked dish on the table!

Could it be that the real root is actually this, the top leaders of the Lich clan, wish it blessings?

"The legendary Lich Catastrophe was originally triggered by that battle, and the curtain was kicked off. His Majesty the Demon Emperor learned that the Witch Clan blocked the Heavenly Secret and shot the Prince, and was furious and launched the Demon Court to conquer the Witch Clan, and the war was detonated."

"The witch clan was also prepared for a protracted war between heaven and earth, which started."

"The two sides were evenly matched, and the battle was overturned, and the universe collapsed, until His Majesty the Eastern Emperor suddenly entered the battle with a strange soldier, killing the ancestor witch Dayi in one battle, making the twelve capitals of the Witch Clan no longer complete, and the Witch Clan was also at a disadvantage, and the victory and loss began to tilt..."

"Then, I don't know what powerful man is planning. The prince of the Spirit Clan and the prince of the Demon Clan passed by a certain battlefield and were killed by powerful forces. The culprit of the main messenger pointed at the top of the demon clan. The princess of the Soul Clan and the three disciples of the Western Clan Jin Chan also fell, making the situation even more uncontrollable."

"This caused a series of investigations, but for some reason, it eventually turned into a war of nine clans, a protracted conquest of each other!"

"In that battle, not only was the most powerful witch clan and the demon clan both injured, but other tribes were almost completely withered. But how could my spiritual clan be exceptional? His Majesty the Spirit Emperor was seriously injured by the Queen of the Demon Clan..."

"It is said that the peak figures of all races and many powerful people also fell in that battle..."

"In the end, all races will be greatly damaged by their vitality, and their energy will be exhausted, and they will no longer have the power to reorganize the world. They can only retreat with hatred, and rest and rest for the rest of the world. However, at that time... there were other changes..."

"In the end, the six tribes were separated from the continent and drifted in the starry sky..."

The old man sighed softly: "This is the past."

Zuo Xiaoduo felt something was wrong: "Six clans? Isn't it the eight clans?"

"Because there were two tribes who stayed there at that time... but after a few years, they were split up like the previous six tribes and evolved into a pattern of eight tribes outside. However, after the Lich War, those who left or were expelled, did have only six tribes."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "This is my personal experience, can it be false?"

Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly felt confused and dizzy.

"But it was precisely because of this incident that I had the ultimate power of luck, which was the merit of saving the world. At that time, I didn't know the reason for the Central Plains. After all, no matter how huge the luck was, it was just that for the weeds. But one day, Zhurong's ancestor witch suddenly came to find me, pulled me up from the soil, and took me to Mount Buzhou."

Zuo Xiaoduo coughed, and he felt more and more that Zhu Rong’s ancestor witch was really a character!

I'll come to you, uproot you and leave.

If you just talk like this, you are sitting and lying in the soil, and I am standing?

How can this be true?

"On Buzhou Mountain, Lord Zhurong took my soul as the guide and calculated the secret of heaven. After a while, he burst into laughter and said: I guessed it right. Your broken grass really has great luck. In the future, it can spread the whole world unbroken. It is based on the strong luck and understanding of ancient and modern times... Since that's the case, I want you to help."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "At that time, I was held in the palm of my hand by Lord Zhurong and exposed it to the sun for seven days and seven nights. When I was in a daze, I gave me a piece of things wrapped in real fire... Then I said, if someone was thrown over by me, it would be my successor, and you hand it over to him. If there was no such thing, you swallow it yourself, which was considered as compensation for your luck."

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Zuo Xiaoduo coughed. He was really shocked by Zhu Rong's ancestor witch's slutty operation. Even if he just listened, he was stunned and felt a little cramped...

You almost dried a grass in someone else's house, and then threw it onto the fire...

Then let someone save this fire for you?!

Let a ball of dead grass and save a ball of real fire... Cough cough, this operation made Zuo Xiaoduo feel a little cramped in his eggs.

Even... if you save it for a certain period of time, no one will come to collect it, so you can use this fire as compensation?!

How can a grass swallow a ball of fire?

This operation is truly understandable and has no one else in history!

But the most outrageous thing is that this grass has actually been done and has been preserved to this day...

"It's all talents..." Zuo Xiaoduo sighed.
Chapter completed!
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